Star Splinter

Lily blinked in the rays of the reflexion of the sun on the front neighbor's window exploding on the inside of her eyeglasses. A light attack from behind, she sighed.
Yet the attack of light from a star came not alone.
Neurons sparked alive and shuddering communicated in the exact combination that would elicit the thought.
She still hadn't recovered full functionality of her sight. But the words were clear in her mind.
 
I'll tell you what. This is what I propose.

I realize attention spans cannot be expected to be what they once were.

We've all got some kind of ADD or else we wouldn't survive.

   

So I'll begin a brand of minute long songs, the MP (mini play).

  

I want you to hear my songs. And trust me you want to hear them too.

I give you short (time away from else), you give me full (attention throughout).

Short-4-full. Short-4-full. Till the end there is no lull.

Amen.

How Her Majesty Intended to Remember Valentine´s

Fugue

the flustered writings of a blocked songwriter

Oh Jesus.

Telepathy

Lily looked at Charlie in the rearview mirror as he looked out to the lights up the hill.
`Besides,´ she said, ´if you want to return to an old habit, all you need to do is allot a specific time in your life for it. Like the fox and the little prince, it´s a formula that cannot fail.`
`M-hm,` he semisung. `Incredible how life changes your schedule and you lose things just because they get lost in the schedule, become more and more ambiguous and dispendable...`
Lily´s thoughts immediately rested upon her fingers resting upon the piano.

Stop resting.

Stop stopping.

Oh Lily.